I'd Travel More if I Were Paid More. *Hint, Hint*
“So, David, what do you like to do for fun?” Man, all I wanted to do was pick dessert, and now I am being interviewed by the property manager again. I quit my job of almost 10 years for marginally better pay and more benefits. I’m into week three of my new job at an Indigenous American run casino and I still feel like I am on a withering trial run. Even going on a group lunch with the big bosses, I have to be on my toes for questions. What do I do for fun? I don’t know. My whole life feels like the cosmic example of mediocrity. I can’t think of anything that I excel at. I can’t think of anything that I have a passion for. I can’t think of anything noteworthy that I enjoy. “I like to travel.” And there it was, my go-to answer. It true, I like to travel. I don’t get to do it very often but it is one thing that isn’t a half-lie. So there were, were, the core admins and executives having lunch. It is supposed to be relaxing and fun but being the new guy has got me on edge. I’ve al